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Which Story is Best?


Hi all! Thanks so much for reading the stories I’ve posted. I have a huge favor to ask: I’m planning to enter a couple different versions of one of the stories on this blog in a short story contest. Would … Continue reading

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No Answer


The boy hunched over his desk protectively like a prisoner guarding his lunch tray. Quickly, he glanced up toward the front of the room to make sure that Miss Hendricks was not watching as he put the finishing touches on … Continue reading

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Relief – part 2


“He told us through Kenneth that we should each pick a girl from the group. To tell you the truth, I was pretty nervous. It’s not every day that a big group of girls looks you up and down at … Continue reading

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Relief – part 1


“Do you have to breathe like that?” she asked sharply. Her voice had that edge to it the way it always did when she was about to pick a fight. Her eyes narrowed now and he imagined that if she … Continue reading

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The Crying Button


When I was a kid, my brothers and I had a tree fort. It was built high above the ground between three oak trees. When I think about it now, I realize that the fort was not particularly safe for … Continue reading

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The Recovery


The doctors said there was a small chance he would fully regain his motor skills after his stroke. “Maybe not one hundred percent. But he should recover much of his speech and at least sixty percent of the movement on … Continue reading

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The Library Book – Summer 1989


I’m nine years old. It is summer and the weather alternates between scorching hot and almost bearably hot. It never rains here in the summer. It only bakes. Dad makes us mow the grass on our two and a half … Continue reading

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